Blackfoot Forest Step by Step

Andalusia rested her head on her paws while Sebastian spoke and let her thoughts roam over his words. She felt a wry grin twist her mouth at his disclaimer; so they were homebodies, huh? He didn't clarify whether that had been by choice or by force, but either way, Sebastian seemed content to stay, and she was inclined to believe he meant it. There was something genuine about the boy she didn't see in many wolves his age. Of course, that might have been what had cost him his health in the first place, but it was oddly refreshing. He would just need to be more careful.

Still, Sebastian seemed eager to keep her around, and despite the warmth that still held her face, she couldn't help but feel uneasy at his persistence. He's just being kind - but then, even with his boyishness, there was something in his words that made her uncomfortable. She shifted on her side and let her gaze drift past his face to the trees beyond. "Well, I'll consider," she said slowly, and let a grin cross her face, though she felt this one more guarded than before. "A healer, hmm?" If the North became more hostile, she was sure the Caldera would benefit from that. She flicked her tail across the ground. "Well, I wouldn't advise getting into more trouble in hopes I'll rescue you. I'm not the most convenient saviour around."